#sorz

Imagine Leviathan making cosplays for you à la "dress up darling."

He measures you thinking how lucky he is that he's allowed to get so close to you AND he's the only one who knows your measurements. He preciously keeps that sheet of paper where he wrote them down although he would never admit it to you because he's too scared that you'll think he's a creepy piece of shit.

Aside from the regular cosplays you ask him to make, he secretly makes some erotic outfits with those measurements "as practice", dreaming that one day you'll wear those. Not like it's possible anyway since you guys would never have the kind of relationship where you'll gladly dress yourself up like a slut for him... right?

As soon as you catch him red handed you immediately ask him if you can try them on. He freezes for a solid 20 seconds. Can you?? He would literally pay you to do it and yet he can have that for free?? You put them on and oh- you look gorgeous. You're wearing the kind of costume that can be borrowed in love hotels except the quality here is top notch.

Before Levi can understand what he's saying, he has already asked you if he can take pictures of you like this. You agree and not only do you agree, you also pose for him. Though he's still too shy, ashamed in asking you for a certain pose in particular so you just try to pose in as many ways as you can think of. Eventually, as you can clearly see the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, you ask him him if there isn't anything else he'd like you to do for him.

You caress his forearm then you go up to his arm, gently swaying him as he wishes he could rip all of his clothes off right now to feel your direct touch on his skin. Your hand finally makes his way up to his torso, playing with the area around his nipples. You make soft, hopeful eyes at him. Hoping that he'll break.

"Hm? You don't want anything else? Only pictures are fine with you?"

He gulps then shuts his eyes tightly, unable to make this request while looking at you in the eyes.

"P-Please suck me off..."

You chuckle, then immediately go down on him. You tease him through his sweatpants first, then through his underwear, caresssing him with your hand. And once it's out, you shamelessly take it all in. While he sits there on his seat, he can't help but throw his head back. Gasping, squirming and whimpering like a little bitch.

He tries to take pictures of you as you're sucking him off but it comes out all blurred as his hands keep shaking. Eventually he drops the phone, unable to stop his urge to thrust his hips into your beautiful little mouth. He gets up, gripping you by the leash and collar he made just for you, pushing himself further in. Back and forth, until the warm liquid makes its way into your throat, flowing boldly.

You keep drinking him as he whines at every swallowing sensation as your throat tightens up around him. He starts on mumbling and blabbering nonsense. All the stuff he couldn't say to you earlier because he was still playing polite.

"Y-You're so beautiful, even when you're in such a slutty outfit you're so cute and pretty and aghh please accept me pleasepleaseplease I'll do anything for you to keep wearing these in front of me hngh-"

He pulls out, realizing that he may have messed up big time. He apologizes profusely, feeling extremely awkward because of the "post-nut clarity" he's been suddenly hit with. He feels stupid and filthy for doing that to you but you reassure him. Telling him you'll look forward to more outfits.

He breathes a sigh of relief before looking at you up and down, his dick rising again. He clears his throat.